Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the grenade exploded from the engine, and the flames and impact of the explosion instantly rushed into the interior of the tank.

The originally dim and depressing interior of the carriage was instantly illuminated by a sudden heat wave and dazzling flash, as if the entire chariot had instantly turned into a furnace of death.

The Japanese driver and gunner were now strangled by despair and fear.

There was no longer the fire of arrogance in their eyes, but shadows of fear and death.

Inside the carriage, the flames were like the angry tongue of a devil, licking every inch of metal, melting and twisting them until they were burned to ashes.

The shells on the ammunition racks were detonated one by one under the licking of flames.

The horrific explosion mercilessly tore every inch of the tank's skin, and also tore the fragile lives of the Japanese soldiers inside the vehicle.

The ammunition that had been used to invade and massacre innocent civilians now became the Japanese's own death warrant.

Thick smoke billowed, mixed with a pungent smell of burnt fish and suffocating toxic gases, which silently corroded the respiratory system of the Japanese in the car, making them struggle in pain but unable to escape.

Their faces were distorted in pain, and their eyes were filled with fear of death and desire for life.

Boom!

Finally, after a violent explosion, all the devils ended their sinful lives.

The Type 95 tank was torn apart from the inside like a fragile cardboard.

Everything in the car was thrown into the air by this force, including those once invincible Japanese devils.

Their bodies drew sad arcs in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, becoming lifeless corpses.

The wreckage of the chariot was still burning, and flames shot up into the sky, as if the gates of hell were suddenly pushed open, engulfing everything around it in the raging flames.

In the flames, the Type 95 tank seemed to have turned into a wounded beast, letting out its last desperate roar. It was the enemy's fuel tanks that exploded at the same time after several explosions, and more violently.

The shock wave generated by the explosion spread in all directions, raising a cloud of dust and smoke.

The debris and heat waves raged like a violent storm, tearing the surrounding land, vegetation and even the air into pieces.

At this moment, not only the guerrilla fighters who were charging were stunned, but even the Japanese soldiers who came to reinforce and in the tanks were stunned.

The Japanese in the tank didn't even know what was happening before the tank next to them exploded.

The Japanese soldiers in the car began to panic, but at this moment, the Japanese soldiers in another tank also experienced the same feeling as the previous Japanese soldiers.

No matter how stupid the Japanese squad leader was, he knew what was happening. He immediately ordered the remaining three tanks to start and prepare to retreat and join the infantry.

But at this moment, before the Japanese squad leader's tank started, he felt something being thrown into the engine compartment of the tank.

The Japanese squad leader now realized that the enemy had infiltrated and attacked the weakest part of the tank.

A touch of despair filled the Japanese squad leader's heart, and he quickly climbed up and prepared to push open the car door and escape.

But unfortunately, at this moment, the grenade exploded, and fierce flames and shrapnel instantly swept into the cockpit.

The Japanese squad leader was lifted up by the impact, as if he was riding on clouds.

But then, his face came into close contact with the hatch on top of the turret. The face of the Japanese squad leader seemed to be hit hard by an invisible hammer at that moment, and his facial features were distorted to the point of being unrecognizable, his eye sockets collapsed, his nose flattened, the corners of his mouth torn to his ears, and blood mixed with brain tissue overflowed from the torn skin, staining everything around him red.

His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief and endless fear, but he could no longer make any sound, and the fire of life was completely extinguished at this moment.

Inside the tank, the aftermath of the explosion was still raging, flames and black smoke were intertwined, metal fragments were flying everywhere, the dashboard, control levers, and seats were all blown to pieces, and the entire cockpit turned into a purgatory-like scene.

In the midst of chaos and destruction, Duanwu's figure disappeared again like a ghost on the battlefield.

But when he appeared again and roared, he had already approached another Japanese tank that had not yet started.

This time, he found the location of the tank's engine cooling window more skillfully.

The heat window of the Japanese engine is large, but it is not big enough to throw a grenade in. It takes a lot of force to bend the steel plate of the heat dissipation port or break it with external force.

Of course, this is nothing for the Dragon Boat Festival.

He had many methods, such as using the strength of his hands to dent the grille of the radiator window so that the grenade could be thrown in smoothly.

Or use your own black blade, just one strike is enough to cut through the fence.

Or use machine guns to destroy the Japanese engines and fences, etc.

So Duanwu has many ways to deal with the Japanese tanks.

He once again used the strength of his hands to bend the fence of the Japanese tank's radiator window. After making sure that the grenade could be thrown in, he quickly pulled the safety ring and threw it into the Japanese engine.

  boom!

Another deafening explosion sounded, and this Japanese tank followed in the footsteps of the previous one.

Flames shot up into the sky, debris flew everywhere, the tank was blown beyond recognition and completely lost its combat effectiveness.

But at this moment, just as Duanwu was running towards the last Japanese tank, an inexplicable sense of crisis came over him.

Duanwu's body reacted instantly. It was an instinctive reaction, and he rolled forward.

At the same time, the place where he was previously was hit by more than a dozen bullets.

The Japanese reinforcements were approaching, less than a hundred meters away from them. When they saw Duanwu blowing up four tanks one after another, they shot at Duanwu to prevent him from attacking their tanks again.

Tanks have always been the Japanese's most powerful weapon in combat.

Since the Chinese had no anti-tank weapons, it would take at least a platoon of troops to blow up such a tank.

Sometimes it would even be a whole company.

  How could the Japanese easily give up such a terrifying steel monster?

So when the Japanese found out that someone was bombing their tanks, they stopped their charge and shot at Duanwu.

Bullets came like raindrops, and after rolling forward, Duanwu stood up and accelerated instantly, heading straight for the last tank that had already started.

The Japanese tanks sped up after starting. It was obvious that the Japanese inside the tanks had realized that they would be in danger if they didn't move.

Duanwu frowned slightly, because the Japanese tanks were moving very fast, and coupled with the interference of the Japanese reinforcements' shooting, it made it difficult for him to blow up the last tank.

What is even more worrying is that at this time, while the Japanese tank was retreating rapidly, its turret was turning, obviously preparing to fire.

Of course, the target of the Japanese tanks is not Duanwu, but the guerrilla fighters who are still charging selflessly! (End of this chapter)